Tuesday, February 27, 2024

poem

 (untitled)

When it's pretty clear

the fear shall not clear—

indeed it seems

thicker than ever and

more difficult

to see through

to truth and solutions

to get us through

life without purpose;

only knowing the plate to eat and

the pillow to sleep.


Surely there is love and vision,

a path out of our present darkness;

surely.

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